Seriously, I have to wonder, in 6000 years of written word, how often has some goober like me decided to write about this?
I’m always down for some direct action. I’m always down to be heard. I’m down for stopping traffic and annoying the fuck out of people who cannot be bothered.
But I am only down for that if it is with purpose. Bitching just to bitch is fine, but wasting good movement energy because you as an individual want to be heard is bullshit. Most aren’t like this, some are, and this poem is for them. Continue reading
Right now, as in, today, April 24, my hometown is trying to push homeless people out of a community they made, more or less out of anyone’s view, because, well, who knows why. I mean, sure, it is probably to keep development investors happy. And technically they are on private,though unusable to the owners, land. Personally I think too many in our society enjoy kicking people when they are down. Especially people who don’t count as people in the eyes of too many.
Been away awhile. I tend to shut down when I feel like I should be doing more. The anxiety destroys me, keeps me from moving. Sometimes I feel like I am running a race I’m not really in. Or maybe no one else is.
Without a doubt the evils of racism have hit people of color in ways that not a single white person on this planet can fully comprehend. That said, White Supremacy is not just targeted at black and brown bodies, but poor white ones too. And they go for it, every time. I’d like to say I don’t know why, but sadly, I do. Continue reading
Hey folks, sorry I have been gone so long. Even sorrier that it takes tragedy to bring me back.
Am I sick of of snow? Yes, yes I am. Continue reading